Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
September the 9th was a day of rain. It rained and rained and rained. As we stood like cattle waiting for the go ahead we were told that it at the summit cairn conditions included 50ft visibilty and wind chill of -3 degress C with heavy rain and gusting wind to 40mph - nice! After several weeks of heavy rain the underfoot conditions were going to be pretty testing for the 475 runners.
This is what wrote on my clubs forum:
Yesterday was both truly miserable and absolutely fantastic! I have to admit to being more than a little nervous at the start, and my pre-race worry (some may say faff) about correct layers very nearly reached fever pitch. As it turned out my layers were just about ok (vest under montane waterproof jacket, 3/4 length running tights, innovate trails - must invest in some mudclaws as every other bugger had a pair on and I now know why), but I do recall several BRRRRRRs bursting forth from my lips during the last 20mins before the summit. how some people (usually men) can go the whole way up and down in a racing vest and shorts in weather like that will forever be an enigma to me!
Looking out before the start thinking: 'what will I wear?'
Forcing myself out to warm up before the start (I'm in red)
Forcing myself out to warm up before the start (I'm in red)
The cattle like start as they warned us of the conditions
Crossing the Red Burn (Thanks Silke)
Feeling knackered trying to ‘sprint’ on the slippy mud, but elated to be finished.
Highlights of the day:
· Finishing in under 2h30 (2h26mins49secs) with all limbs attached.
Looking upwards on the way up and seeing runners snaking up the Ben.
· The caring nature of most runners - even stopping to check I was ok when I screamed like heck when I tripped on a rock - that was a definite heart stopper!
· Being able to watch the first guys leaping down from boulder to boulder on their way down.
· The support from people on the hill and along the road.
· Being part of a race with International sponsored athletes in it!
· Low Points although to be honest it all added to the overall experience:
Getting more than a little frightened as I scrambled up the scree slope and realised that, yes indeed we did have to return that route as the first guys leaped like gazelles downwards.
· Sliding on to, not only my butt but my full back so that I was Luge stye coming down the grassy bank - quite funny until I realised that I wasn't going to stop very easily and before laughter turned into complete hysteria managed some how to get back to my feet.
· Jumping down a bank and landing in a muddy puddle that splashed up over my head - still getting granite out of my hair now!!!! (well I was the next day)
IT WAS GREAT!!!!!
I was over the moon with my placement: 20th lady, but 14th British Lady which I totally can't believe - definitely need to work on my descents as that is without doubt the part I find the trickiest.
This will definitely be on my repeat list.
It was crazy busy at R. Luckily 'team Kaz' had all routes covered with mum, dad and Al all at different spots to catch me. They were great at this spot as I had to re-tape my toe as well as get food. It must of been hilarious viewing as each of them had their hands full with food, water, clothes or blister kit. Some flat coke and rice cracker smothered in honey went down a treat - not a stomach flip felt. I swopped my t-shirt for my vest as I was really hot and ralgexed my legs like a mad woman in the hope it would help.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Today, as Al is still off, all 3 of us got out for a walk up to the top of the Knock and then around its base. I was really pleased because, having had to take the hill at one step at a time previously, I was able to go up at a steady pace. I was glad the snow was still grippy and not too icy like other walks in the area however. It is strange having to be a bit of a woose and be extra careful on the ice.
The view from the top is absolutely spectacular and I don't know if I will ever tire of it. On the right you can see up Glen Turret towards Ben Chonzie while directly ahead is the Strathearn valley that leads up to Ben Vorlich. It makes me feel like I am still in touch with 2 of my favourite mountain runs. Unfortunately as everything is so white at the mo' and it was quite flat light today it is quite hard to pick out the different features in the photo.
From the top
Half way up, through the trees
We mourned the end of the holiday by having lunch in the Crieff Hydro after our walk as we were starving (this baby likes to eat!)
We spent Christmas at my parents. My mum and dad live in a forrest (no joke) so, as their drive was blocked due to snow, to get to the house on Christmas Eve we had to hike up the drive with all our pressies. This is the view we woke up to from our bedroom:
So of course, once presents had been opened and the turkey had been stuffed, as we had been to 'midnight' mass (we opted for the 8pm version this year as making it to 10pm is an achievement!)all 3 of us headed out for a lovely hike in the glittering snow up the hill opposite mum and dad's. We didn't make it all the way up, but we made it further than I had thought, especially considering the snow was quite deep.
The end of mum and dad's drive - it gets steep so cars get stuck half way up so its easier if everyone just parks at the end of the drive.
The views were so far stretching as the light was outstanding. My parents live in the triangle of forest directly at the bottom - told you I wasn't kidding!
At the top mum, dad and babba-bean had some non alcoholic mulled wine - yum!
Then it was time to take babba-bean home for turkey dinner as the sun dropped behind the hill.
What a great Christmas hike. I was like a kid in a sweetie store in my excitement at being able to be up a hill in the sparkling snow!
Back to work tomorrow - boo! As I don't finish work until 9.30pm at the earliest and therefore don't get home until 10.30pm I'm expecting some white faced days ahead of me! Fingers crossed that I surprise myself.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Weeks 1 -12
Before I fell pregnant I had bought books on: 'how to run through your pregnancy' and 'exercising while pregnant' etc and as far as I was concerned no one was going to stop me.
Well up until week 7 that was all going to plan - I was a bit puffed to say the least and I certainly wasn't going to break any records, but I was still churning out the miles.
Then week 7 struck and Progesterone Poisening (all day hideous nausea, all consuming fatigue and breathlessness) commenced, rendering me incapable of doing anything more taxing than lie flat on my back, let alone continue to run. On any good days I would try and get for a walk, but it usually left me so exhausted that I would be back to flat on my back shivering uncontrollably. Not the most pleasant experience of my life, but the doctors assured me that in many ways they were all good signs as I had plenty hormones to support the baby!
I had no idea that pregnancy could make you feel like that - what a contrast - only a few weeks before hand, I had been running up and down Ben Nevis. I'm sure not everyone feels like that, but I'm sure for those that have done/are feeling like it, it is a comfort to know that other ladies struggle to keep up with the exercise. I felt quite disappointed in myself that I wasn't able to keep running and as I have had to rely on my staff (I'm self employed) to support me through these past few months, I really found it a new and taxing experience. I felt very lonely and felt like all the things that usually give me so much joy were totally out of reach. Thank you Emily for your constant presence at the end of the phone on my worst days!
Then I had my 12 week scan and all the hideousness was instantly made bearable as my husband and I watched our little baby wave its little arms and legs around and hear its heart beating strong and clear. If that is what it took for my wee one to develop healthily in its first few months, then as awful as it was, I'm happy to do it. It is incredible how much you can love something so much so quickly.
Here is little babba-bean at 11 weeks 6 days:
Thankfully at the end of my first Trimester the Christmas Holidays arrived and I have spent the past couple of weeks steadily experiencing more energy. The thing I am most grateful for, is in between bouts of fatigue, feeling like myself and wanting to laugh and do things. In the past 2 weeks I've been out for 4 lovely hikes in the snow, done 2 sessions of Pilates and yesterday, the most exciting of all, I was able to get on the spinning bike my husband and I bought each other for Crimbo and get a proper cardio workout! I still get tired - usually every other day and am still sleeping 10 - 12 hours a night, but every other day I have been able to do some sort of exercise. I feel so much happier already and hopefully my energy levels will steadily increase for the next few weeks anyway.
The advantage of being able to do nothing for about 2 months is that anything I am able to do now I am hugely grateful for, rather than comparing it to pre pregnancy! In addition I've had to ask for help - from my hubby, my parents and my staff which is something I find quite hard to do - perhaps my babba-bean is really quite clever and decided I needed to be taught and few lessons! I hear you wee one - can we start having a few gentle adventures now?